There was a pounding on the wall to the left of us.
“That’s the starting right midfielder,” she said. “She’s the best. Really.”
I popped her bra strap, and she snickered. “Let’s get to work.”
It took us two hours to get the stuff packed that she didn’t want the movers to touch.
We had two very full checked bags to take with us, and we let the movers in to do the rest of the work.
“You got it from here?” I asked the main guy.
He was a hulking man who towered over my six-foot-two height.
“I do,” he rumbled. “I’ll turn the keys into the apartment manager as we leave.”
“Thanks, man.” I offered him my hand.
Five minutes later we were getting into our Uber when a man with beady eyes came out and glared.
“You won’t play any-damn-where next year.”
“Already have a contract, Kason.” Nettie stopped at the door of the Uber. “Maybe if you got out of Eden’s vagina long enough, you might catch up on some current events.”
Nettie dropped into the car, and Kason started forward like he was going to drag her out of it by her hair.
I stepped in front of the open door and leveled him with a glare. “I will literally stomp you through that fucking grate with my boot tread if you don’t learn your fucking place.”
Kason stilled.
We locked eyes, and I waited until his widened before I said, “That’s my wife now, Kason. Make sure you don’t ever make the mistake of harming what’s mine, or I’ll bring you to Montana and show you why some people never leave.”
Kason swallowed and stepped back. “Wise decision.”
I got into the back of the Uber and the driver pulled away from the curb.
Kason watched us go with arms crossed over his chest.
The next fun shit hit a couple of hours later as we were boarding our next flight.
It was Nettie’s lawyer, Edgar Treyo.
I answered with Nettie leaned back against me as we waited on the bridge waiting to board.
“Boone,” Edgar said. “Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from your wife.”
I smiled and pulled her in closer. “Did you find anything?”
“Even better, I won the case without going to court. They settled. And they agreed to pay out the rest of the contract. They were already on the fence after I shared a little case law with them on other cases that went to court over a pregnant woman’s wrongful termination from their sports teams. But when I showed them what we signed and what they signed contract-wise, they very wisely chose to settle out of court. How’s Nettie?”
I gave him a quick rundown.
“I’m glad that she’s doing better,” he said. “If I have any other updates, I’ll get them to you both as soon as possible. But I doubt that we’ll need anything else with this. Oh, and before I forget, they’re putting out a press release explaining what happened. That was part of my stipulation with not taking them to court. I wish Nettie would’ve let me bury them alive. But she said she didn’t want the drama from the beginning. Not that I blame her or anything. I just hate when teams manipulate their athletes.”
“Agreed,” I said. “We appreciate all the help.”
The line finally started to move, and we took the same seats that we’d had on the flight to Florida.
“Are you going to miss it?” I asked her, buckling myself in and reaching for her hand.
